歌曲 | Wolfshade (a Werewolf Masquerade) |
歌手 | Moonspell |
专辑 | The Great Silver Eye (Best Of Moonspell) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Langsuylar, Moonspell | |
She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyes | |
The perfume of a twilight, her strongest scent | |
Half Wolf, Half female - what a strange wedding | |
Mother Nature has offered us to see... | |
Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawn | |
Closed were the eyes of the Sun. | |
He sleeps. And in the name of Her Father. | |
She will kill. My child kills. | |
You nightly birth. A requiem God can't forget. | |
For your life is just a celebration of his death | |
Without his thorns in her heart. She wears a shadow as face. | |
A werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the wolfshade. | |
She brought the Night and by the night was brought | |
We are but children of the powers she had set free | |
Strange are the ways of the wolfhearted... |
zuo ci : Langsuylar, Moonspell | |
She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyes | |
The perfume of a twilight, her strongest scent | |
Half Wolf, Half female what a strange wedding | |
Mother Nature has offered us to see... | |
Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawn | |
Closed were the eyes of the Sun. | |
He sleeps. And in the name of Her Father. | |
She will kill. My child kills. | |
You nightly birth. A requiem God can' t forget. | |
For your life is just a celebration of his death | |
Without his thorns in her heart. She wears a shadow as face. | |
A werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the wolfshade. | |
She brought the Night and by the night was brought | |
We are but children of the powers she had set free | |
Strange are the ways of the wolfhearted... |
zuò cí : Langsuylar, Moonspell | |
She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyes | |
The perfume of a twilight, her strongest scent | |
Half Wolf, Half female what a strange wedding | |
Mother Nature has offered us to see... | |
Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawn | |
Closed were the eyes of the Sun. | |
He sleeps. And in the name of Her Father. | |
She will kill. My child kills. | |
You nightly birth. A requiem God can' t forget. | |
For your life is just a celebration of his death | |
Without his thorns in her heart. She wears a shadow as face. | |
A werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the wolfshade. | |
She brought the Night and by the night was brought | |
We are but children of the powers she had set free | |
Strange are the ways of the wolfhearted... |